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The driver of a car who rammed two Canadian Forces members near Montreal before being shot dead by police was known to counter-terrorism authorities who believed he had become radicalized, the RCMP said on Monday as they continued to investigate the possible terrorist attack.

The 25-year-old, known as Martin “Ahmad” Rouleau, allegedly hit two members of the Canadian Forces as they were walking in a strip mall just outside St-Jean-sur-Richelieu at about 11:30 a.m.

Early Tuesday, one of two soldiers hit by the car died of his injuries, Quebec provincial police said. The soldier’s name was not released at the request of the family.

The only good news in all this was that this fucking animal was gunned down by police after a short car chase, when he flipped his car in a ditch and got out brandishing a knife. Enjoy “paradise,” motherfucker.

Now, this limpdick’s Facebook page is rife with ISIS propaganda, promising death and damnation for everyone who isn’t a Muslim – blah, blah, blah. Same shit it always is. As usual, all of the precursors are there, pointing to the source of the problem: Islam.

On a Facebook page under the same name, French and English posts — the last one on Friday — denounced Christianity and Judaism. “Allah has promised the hypocrite men and hypocrite women and the disbelievers the fire of Hell, wherein they will abide eternally. It is sufficient for them. And Allah has cursed them, and for them is an enduring punishment,” he wrote.

No information has been officially released linking the incident to ISIS, but the possibility he was a lone wolf incited by the group’s propaganda was being examined. On Sept. 21, ISIS spokesman Abu Muhammad Adnani explicitly called for attacks against Canadians. In his 42-minute audio taped message, Adnani urged his fanatical followers to single out a victim and “run him over with your car.”

And as usual, liberals are tripping all over themselves trying to see who can be the fastest, most clueless pussy on the planet:

NDP leader Tom Mulcair cautioned about reaching quick conclusions about the perpetrator’s motives. “Let the police do their job and then we’ll know whether we’re dealing with the type of situation they’ve described,” he said.

Note I said “liberals,” not “Liberals.” The Liberal Party in Canada is bad enough, but for my American readers who have never heard of the National Democratic Party, or NDP, just imagine the distillation process for something like vodka, for example. You boil a giant batch of Democrats – just boil the shit out of it, until the crazy-steam is just rolling off. The crazy steam is captured and travels through a series of coils, cooling and condensing as it goes, until it reaches the end of the still, giving you a few drops of Pure Liquid Moonbat.

That Pure Liquid Moonbat is the NDP. Suppose that you took the absolute widest-eyed, barking mad, batshit crazy dumbasses from the Democrat Party – your Nancy Pelosis, Elizabeth Warrens, Harry Reids, etc. and made a political party where the minimum qualification for membership is a hard-core socialist detachment from reality. There’s your NDP.

Now, the reason I’ve spent just as much time railing on the NDP as I have against the psychotic Muslim fuckheads that are actually committing the murders is this:

Muslims gonna Muslim.

We don’t have to worry about if they’re going to commit more murders in the U.S. or Canada. They are.

What we DO have to worry about is the suicidal tendencies of a culture that won’t lift a finger to defend itself, much less denounce the ideology of it’s murderers. We saw it at Fort Hood, where Nidal Hassan murdered 13 soldiers while yelling Allah Snackbar. Why the fuck are we worried about offending these people?

Either get serious about the problem in our midst, or accept the future casualties. Because there will be more.

**And in these instances, right before I add an apostrophe to “Ss” to hopefully add clarity that I’m speaking of multiple instances of the letter “S,” I remind myself to quit being a pussy and remember that it’s the reader’s job to understand the rules of grammar. Apostrophe use to denote plurality is wrong, weak and lazy, you fucking pinko Commie writers.

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There are myriads of douchebags on the Internetz these days who fancy themselves all kinds of manly. Some wear idiotic-looking shemaghs in all colors of the rainbow, in climates ranging from Arctic to desert.*

Some claim to be modern-day Vikings. Manly warrior-poets who celebrate their manliness in the most manly way possible: by fucking other men.

The Reader’s Digest version is that Olaf the Limp-Wristed and his wilderness-guide company of GayBoy Berserkers got a job application from a 23 year-old gal in British Columbia, who like any job applicant, listed her university on her application. She apparently went to some private Christian university at which the students are required to take an abstinence pledge, among other things. Big deal. I think BYU does the same thing.

Amaruk, the company to which she applied, is apparently almost entirely staffed at the senior management level by cock-chugging sodomy enthusiasts who were extremely offended that this gal would even dare to APPLY for a job, having attended a university that does not support gay fake-marriage. So much so, that Olaf and his Big Gay management group not only rejected her application, they scolded her for her Christian beliefs.

And then threatened to butt-fuck Jesus.

Seriously.

“The Norse background of most of the guys at the management level means that we are not a Christian organization, and most of us see Christianity as having destroyed our culture, tradition, and way of life,” Amaruk’s hiring manager, Olaf Amundsen, wrote last month to Vancouver-area job applicant Bethany Paquette, the first in a series of bizarre, angry emails sent from company officials in Norway.

So, the young lady sends back a mildly defensive rebuttal, ending it with what she probably knew would enrage this asshole, who sucks cock like the antidote to his daddy issues is in there somewhere. She signed it, “God Bless.”

Later, this dipshit who claims to have a Ph.D in Norse History, writes back again, having Lost. His. Fucking. Mind.

“This is nothing new,” he wrote back the next day, Sept. 14. “People who did not agree with your church would be flayed, burnt, roasted, quartered etc. … so you guys have a long history of intolerance.

“I am not a young First Nations boy sexually abused by a priest into submission for years while locked in a concentration camp (as in residential school), but a Viking with a Ph.D in Norse History. So your propaganda is lost on me,” he continued. “‘God Bless’ is very offensive to me, and yet another sign of your attempts to impose your religious views on me.”

He ended his rant with this: “If I was to meet [Jesus Christ], I’d actually f— him.”

Funny how this asshole’s Ph.D in Norse History didn’t educate him as to the Viking culture’s relationship with Christianity. They raided and pillaged Christian villages throughout coastal Europe, murdering, raping and enslaving Christians. Scandinavia wasn’t conquered and Christianized by invading armies. It was Christianized by Scandinavian kings who converted and then imposed it on their own populations.

Fuck you, “Professor” Dumbass. You fail. At EVERYTHING.

Not wanting to be left out of the party, the rest of senior management ALSO sent their pissy little faggy hisses to the applicant:

Later that day, Amaruk’s two co-chairmen sent a snarky email to Ms. Paquette, according to her BCHRT complaint. “We believe that a man ending up with another man is probably the best thing that could happen to him,” wrote Christopher Fragassi-Bjornsen and Dwayne Kenwood-Bjornsen. “But we do not force these views onto other people, and we are completely fine if a guy decides to go the emasculation route by marrying a B.C. woman.”

Ten bucks says they were touching dicks as they clicked “Send” on that email.

And an hour later, Ms. Paquette received yet another snide note, this one from Amaruk’s human resources boss. “You are free to your own opinions and to live your life as you see fit, but you have no right to force your opinions onto others and control their innate behaviour,” it read.

Easy, buddy. You’re not mad at her. You’re mad at her vagina. And your daddy.

Note that this gal said NOT ONE THING about homos and their right to fake-marry. She just applied for a job. They spewed their fucking crazy all over her merely for where she went to university.

So what kind of Viking word is Amaruk? It isn’t. It’s the Eskimo** word for wolf, which is plastered on the banner of their website, and just about the white-trashiest, most clichéd redneck, Indian fetishist imagery you can think up. Where’s the fucking dreamcatcher, you unoriginal bastards?

And what kind of wilderness company is Amaruk?

The uncomfortably, obviously gay kind.

But they offer a variety of services, not just stripping off your shirt and fingerpainting each other’s nipples. They also offer Wilderness Fitness, Bareback Riding and Laying Around Shirtless courses:

Every one of those pictures are from their website. No shit.

Now, lest you start thinking that this “company” is just an excuse for a bunch of shirtless gay dudes to lure young men out to remote areas Where No One Can Hear You Scream, they do offer other services with everyday real-world applications – most notably expedition satellite tracking and Search and Rescue, including helicopter operations. This isn’t really an area that lends itself to the sexual whimsies of a couple of gay sugar daddies, but a dangerous, technical field staffed with serious professionals.

OH, COME ON!!!

The sad part is – this is all from their website. These fucking perverts have fielded more dicks than the entire roster of the Abercrombie & Fitch company soccer team.

Here’s my stance on all aberrant sexual behavior: I don’t care in who or what you stick it, I just don’t want to hear about it. That means I don’t want to hear about your rights to fake-marry each other, or how you want to assrape Jesus. Be all the pervert you can be.

Live and let live, and I’ll do the same. Just shut the fuck up about it. Or be prepared to be mocked for your faggotry.

Scandinavian law codes made certain types of insults illegal, and either condoned the victim’s slaying of the slanderer or penalized the utterance of insults with outlawry. The Gulaþing Law of Norway (ca. 100-1200 C.E.) Says: Um fullrettes orð. Orð ero þau er fullrettis orð heita. Þat er eitt ef maðr kveðr at karlmanne oðrom at hann have barn boret. Þat er annat ef maðr kyeðr hann væra sannsorðenn. Þat er hit þriðia ef hann iamnar hanom við meri æða kallar hann grey æða portkono æða iamnar hanom við berende eitthvert. Concerning terms of abuse or insult. There are words which are considered terms of abuse. Item one: if a man say of another man that he has borne a child. Item two: if a man say of another man that he has been homosexually used. Item three: if a man compare another man to a mare, or call him a bitch or a harlot, or compare him to any animal which bears young (Markey, 76, 83)

Similarly, the Icelandic law code Grágás (ca. 1100-1200 C.E.) has: Þav ero orð riú ef sva mioc versna máls endar manna er scog gang vaðla avll. Ef maðr kallar man ragan eða stroðinn eða sorðinn. Oc scal søkia sem avnnor full rettis orð enda a maðr vigt igegn þeim orðum þrimr. Then there are three terms which occasion bringing such a serious suit against a man that they are worthy to outlaw him. If a man call a man unmanly [effeminate], or homosexual, or demonstrably homosexually used by another man, he shall proceed to prosecute as with other terms of abuse, and indeed a man has the right to avenge with combat for these terms of abuse (Markey, 76, 83).

The Frostaþing Law likewise tells us that it is fullréttisorð (verbal offenses for which full compensation or fines must be paid to the injured party) to compare a man to a dog, or to call him sannsorðinn (demonstrably homosexually used by another man), but goes on to penalize as hálfréttisorð (requiring one-half compensation) terms which in our culture would almost be considered complementary, including comparing a man with a bull, a stallion, or other male animal (Sørenson 16).

Any of that soaking in, genius? Vikings could legally kill someone for calling them a faggot. It wasn’t because they were trying to protect the feelings of queers. It’s because they found them unmanly, detestable and repulsive.

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By now, you’ve probably heard that Minnesota Vikings running back Adrian Peterson was indicted for causing injury to his child while whipping him with a switch.

Seriously, a switch? I’m from Louisiana and the only person I ever heard about getting whipped with a switch was Tom Sawyer. Anyhow, you can see from the pictures at the above link that dude DEFINITELY went too far in disciplining his child, and as to his defense of “I was whipped like this when I was a kid…”

Show me the scars on your thighs and scrotum then, you lying asshole. Because your kid will likely carry his scars for years, if not for life.

Regardless of this dipshit’s idea of the usefulness of “whoopin” his kid when he don’t “ack right,” spanking is one of those issues that you are either fully against, or fully in favor of. Except for me, because I’m nuanced and shit.

Behold the first ever Empire of Jeff video blog in all its 480p glory:

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In the general aviation community, the “$100 Hamburger” is slang used to describe flying to another airport just to eat a quick meal and then flying back to your home airport within the same afternoon. It’s an inside joke, poking fun at the fact that pilots will grab at any excuse to fly – and it’s true. It’s also maybe a little outdated, as the cost of renting a Cessna 172 these days will run you over $150 per hour. The point is, it’s not that there’s actually a hamburger that you would pay $100 to eat.

Hundreds of fast-food workers from McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell, Burger King and other chains walked off the job in a planned strike today aimed at getting the industry to increase wages and allow unionization.

The tactic is part of a larger movement dating back to at least 2012 that’s being called the “fight for 15” — a push to get the U.S. federal minimum wage raised to $15 US an hour.

Currently, the U.S. federal minimum wage is $7.25 an hour, the same level since 2009. That works out to about $15,000 a year for a full-time 40-hour-a-week worker.

When did this country’s expectations of a job flipping burgers morph from a bottom-rung entry to the workforce, mainly for teenagers, into a lifelong career with unlimited earnings potential? Also, how many hamburgers do you think you will sell, when they cost 4 times as much as they do now?

Like most shitty attitudes about life, work and responsibility, combined with an absolute ignorance of basic economics, this idea wasn’t invented by Obama, but its essence is most perfectly distilled coming from the mouth of a man who is himself working in his very first job.

“There’s a national movement going on made up of fast-food workers organizing to lift wages so they can provide for their families with pride and dignity,” U.S. President Barack Obama said at an event in Milwaukee on Monday. “If I were busting my butt in the service industry and wanted an honest day’s pay for an honest day’s work, I’d join a union,” he added, in an attempt to move Congress into action on the file.

That is just so stupid that it’s not even wrong. His lack of understanding of skills development and earning potential mirrors exactly that of his constituents: fucking ZERO. He is the Avatar of Stupidity, come to fulfill the Idiocracy.

Let me explain to you how it works: for certain jobs, there is a concrete ceiling on how much you can earn. If you push a broom and earn $8.00 per hour for doing so, that’s about as much as you will ever make pushing a broom. The reason being, is that you do not provide any more broom-pushing value to the company as time goes on. The benefit of your work has a maximum value, and it’s pretty much what your starting wage is set at, BECAUSE ANYBODY CAN PUSH A BROOM. Whatever raises you got are rewards for things like loyalty and punctuality, and I guarantee you they won’t be life-changing.

And yet, some will still find a way to complain about it:

Prospero Sanchez, who was at the McDonald’s in New York, said the $11.50 an hour he earns making pizzas at a Domino’s Pizza restaurant is not enough to support him, his wife and two kids. He started working at the same restaurant 14 years ago, when he made $5 an hour.

He has asked his bosses for more money. “They said no,” Sanchez, 32, said.

Before I continue, I would like to pause for a quick irony break, while we consider that this guy’s name, “Prospero,” literally translates to “successful” or “prosperous” in Latin, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese. Thank you for your attention.

Prospero complains that his job making pizzas isn’t enough to support a family of four. Well, I am totally fucking shocked, Prospero. You mean to tell me that you’re doing the SAME KIDS’ ENTRY-LEVEL JOB YOU STARTED DOING 14 YEARS AGO, and you’re not making $50,000 per year? Get the fuck outta here. But yeah, dude, you gotta look out for your family. Here are some ideas you may want to explore:

– Getting another fucking kids’ job in addition to the kids’ job you already have – Pop your head out of your ass, learn some skills beyond saucing a disc-shaped piece of bread, and get a better-paying job. – Sell one or both of your children to a band of Gypsies, reducing your family’s expenses.

Yes, I am making light of Prospero’s “plight,” BECAUSE FUCK HIM, THAT’S WHY.

My first real “adult” job was infantryman in the U.S. Army. In 1993, a Private (E2) made $913.20. Let’s not get into the fact that it was WAY more than the 35 hours or so per week that Prospero puts in, or that it involved months of technical initial training, followed by years of ongoing skills and leadership development – that’s $45 per day on Prospero’s work schedule, HALF of what he’s making sprinkling cheese on your pizza with his unwashed hands.

When I ETS’d in 1999 as a Sergeant (E-5) I was pulling in $1,514.70… like a PIMP. To keep the running tally going, that equated to $9.47 per hour on Prospero’s work schedule (I wish). This was as an NCO in charge of up to 5 soldiers, accountable for millions of dollars of equipment and enough firepower to level your neighborhood.

But, I knew that I wasn’t going to make a career out of being a grunt, and as I wasn’t getting any smarter, I went back to the civilian job market. My first job, I got hired to valet cars at a French Quarter hotel, for one night a week at $4.50 per hour, plus tips. After my first shift, I was asked to work the next 15 days straight. After 45 days, I was promoted to shift manager, then bell captain a couple of months later, finally being sent to Baltimore to train as a Contract Manager, in charge of contracted guest services at another hotel.

When I had reached the limits of my earnings potential at that company, I moved over to restaurant management, having made a contact through my last job. I started by learning every position in the kitchen, then moved to Kitchen Manager, and within a few months, had ousted the General Manager of the restaurant from her position. Fuck her, she was lazy.

When I had reached the limits of what I could earn THERE, I moved to my next job, and so on. Now, I more or less work for myself, having been entrusted with a lot of the decisions having to do with the company’s operation and direction. I also have other business interests in development that will pay off over the next few years. My family wants for nothing, and there is very little that is beyond our reach in the way of small to medium luxuries or vacations. And I did it in the same time frame that our pizza-assembler spent doing the same fucking thing, over and over.

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE, BOY:

– You work harder than your peers, which is easy, since most of your co-workers are fucking lazy. Just doing what you were hired to do will look like superhuman effort on your part.

– Seek positions of higher responsibility and trust, and then prove that you are responsible and trustworthy.

– When you’ve reached the limits of how high you can climb in a certain job, ask yourself if you’ve met your goals. If the answer is NO, then move on to another job.

– Instead of spending your off-hours playing video games or sniffing highlighter fumes, work on ways to make yourself more valuable to your organization, or the next organization you wish to work in. With 4 kids at home, I went to night school for Accounting, not because I wanted to be a CPA, but to improve my business analytical skills, and become more effective in my role at work. If you’re not willing to invest some of your time and money in yourself, why should your company invest more of THEIR time and money in you?

Most importantly, act like a man, not a child. It is your job as a husband and father to do what is necessary to provide for your family, not your employers. All they have are jobs that pay $11.50 per hour, because that’s the nature of their business. If they have to pay you double, they go out of business and your job disappears. That’s not unfair, it is the very definition of fair. Because life is not concerned with “fair,” it is concerned with survival.

Smarten up, jerkoff.

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ISIS: the pack of Muslim lunatics tear-assing around Syria and Iraq while raping, murdering and pillaging everything in sight to re-establish the Caliphate. Crucifying their enemies. Cutting the heads off little girls and putting them on sticks. Sawing through the necks of American journalists and posting the video of it to JihadTube. Openly daring the U.S. President to do something about it, if he has the balls. Legions of Muslims, born and raised in Western nations, are flocking to the ISIS banner, abandoning their homes in Germany, France, the U.K. and even America; eager to shed blood in the name of… well, that part’s not quite clear.

What is beyond doubt is that ISIS is no amateur pack of half-assed college kids like Arafat’s Black September retards. ISIS is extremely well-heeled, raking in an estimated $4 million per day, and led by some of Islam’s most experienced warriors, such as the Chechens, who are no strangers to the mass murder of innocents to “advance” their cause.

Is there a silver lining to the rise of the most murderous regime in the last 40 years?

Quite possibly.

Here’s something to think about: every Muslim that leaves America to join ISIS so he can shoot, loot and rape is one less Muslim that will do those things IN America. Tearing up your passport, Mohammed? Good. Stay over there and get killed. Email your friends and family, and tell them how great it is over there, so they can go over and get killed, too. Besides, we need more room for Mexican illegals with tuberculosis. They’re the future of America, you know.

So what, am I advocating abandoning the people of Iraq and Syria to their fates? For now, yes. And yes, I know it’s terrible that more innocent people will be tortured and murdered over there.

But guess what? Muslims gonna Muslim. That shit is going to occur, regardless. We couldn’t save James Foley and Steven Sotloff. What we can do is warn journalists to use some common sense. Yes, I know – Lara Logan should be able to walk around Tahrir Square without being raped. But guess what? She can’t. Muslims gonna Muslim.

Which brings me to my thesis: Is there a way to turn the formation of ISIS to our advantage? Absolutely, with one caveat, and it’s a big one: we have to have the balls to do so.

The single most frustrating aspect of the War on Terror is the amorphous nature of our enemy. They hide within the civilian population, slinking out to plant an IED or conduct an ambush, only to fade back into anonymity. They use our distaste for civilian casualties as just another weapon in their arsenal, knowing that our political leadership will not survive the criticism of collateral damage caused by our forces. With very few exceptions, like both battles for Fallujah and Sadr City,

The United States has always excelled at stand-up fights, while showing a lack of patience and willpower in fighting insurgencies. In Vietnam, the Viet Cong were a thorn in the side of U.S. forces, living amongst and operating from a widely-distributed population base. They used terror tactics to great effect, and when they launched the Tet Offensive in 1968, they found out just how badly they fucked up, in offering the U.S. a set-piece battle. The offensive was absolutely crushed, costing the North Vietnamese 75,000 dead, and ending the Viet Cong as a cohesive insurgency group. Not that you would ever know it from Walter Cronkite and the flower-dicks, who painted an extremely lopsided U.S. victory as a bitter loss that had cost us the war.

Right now, all the world’s varied, yet local goatfucker terror groups are crystallizing around ISIS. They’ve found a place where they think they can launch the global domination that their pedophile prophet started. They’re excited. And so am I. Because the non-state nature of rug-merchant terrorism has been what’s made it so hard to combat. Now you fags have your own country, based on your principles of slavery and murder? Excellent. GAME ON, BITCHES.

As a wee infantry grunt, I learned the 3 Fs: Find, Fix, Finish. ISIS is making themselves easy to Find, coalescing as they are in Syria and northern Iraq, and if the other countries in the region get nervous enough, will beg us to base planes and troops nearby, Fixing them in place. Then you just wait for them to fuck up badly enough* and Finish them.

*Sawing the heads off two American journalists who voluntarily placed themselves into extremely dangerous situations, while outrageous and deserving of retribution, is not sufficient provocation to march to war. Don’t worry about “Jihadi John”. That scrawny faggot is going to get what’s coming to him.

When the predations of Muslims are limited to small-scale, localized actions, the West tends to tolerate them as a necessary evil, and also as an opportunity to show what tolerant gentlebeings they are by not warring against them. When they start to get too big for their britches, the West tends to stomp down. Hard.

Here’s hoping that the U.S. and Europe find their balls before the butcher’s bill runs too high.